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  • Titans of Today

    One hundred years from now

    we’ll all be dead and gone

    The titans of today

    fallen off the earth

    with the setting sun

  • The Ice Men Commeth   

    They’ll come for you any time of day

    Steal you off your feet, take you away

    The Ice Men commeth hidden by their masks

    They don’t care about any of the facts

    Hateful people tell them what to do

    Doesn’t matter if any of its true

    They’re well paid to do the dirty deeds

    Never hear what victims plead

    We all sang

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    All around the grave

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    They could not be saved

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    We all sang away

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    They slither ‘round in their unmarked vans

    Secret police in a democratic land

    Back in the Big House they are filled with glee

    No due process, no land of the free

    The Ice Men commeth relentlessly

    No morals guide them, they will make you bleed

    Driven by hate, they have sold their souls

    Yes, the Big House has control

    We all sang

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    All around the grave

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    They could not be saved

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    We all sang away

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

    nah nah nah nah nah nah

  • Let My Head Have It’s Say  

    I just want to sit right here

    Mind my business, drink my beer

    Without worry, without fear

    No more looking at the mirror

    I just want to get away

    I don’t want to stay and play

    I won’t give up, need a day

    To let my head have it’s say

    I just want to get away

    To let my head have it’s say

  • Melancholy Morning   

    It’s another melancholy morning

    Can’t wait to get past noon

    A better day may come soon

    Maybe things will turn out good

    Although no reason that it should

    And no reason that it would

    It’s another melancholy morning.

  • Venezuela

    In light of the current events occurring in Venezuela with the Americans launching an assault directly on a sovereign nation to acquire their oil and yes, in the process, remove Maduro, a monster in many people’s eyes, from office as President of Venezuela; and with renewed aggression relating to Greenland, how secure do you think Canada really is as a sovereign nation? Don’t think it could happen? Time to do some critical thinking Canada. Given the right circumstances it is possible for the US to take over Canada. All they need to do is conjure up some scenario to justify them launching an assault on Canadian soil. If this were to happen, what countries do you really think would come to Canada’s defense? Go to war and die on our behalf? Canada needs to be prepared. Worry, no, think, yes.

  • Good Night, Sleep Well, Tomorrow Will Tell

    Good night, sleep well

    Tomorrow will tell

    Don’t be worried

    Don’t be hurried

    Be soothed with dreams

    Soaked in moon beams

    Life will unfold

    Stories will be told

    You cannot control

    What’s beyond your soul

    There will be days

    That seem like plays

    Some will be sweet

    And yes, much too fleet

    Some will make you mad

    Others make you sad

    Nothing you can do

    Just go see it through

    Use your power

    Like it’s a flower

    Let love guide your path

    Don’t be filled with wrath

    The world is so big

    We’re just like a twig

    Be grateful and kind

    Riches will blind

    Seek inner peace

    Find your release

    Good night, sleep well

    Tomorrow will tell

  • Crap

    Crap. The internet is crap. Throughout history humankind has constantly made discoveries and advancements in virtually every area of endeavour in life, led by science and technology. There have been and are many remarkable men and women leading the charge. We owe a sincere thank you to all of these people. The majority of them, as chronicled in history, had a fairly altruistic character.

    There have always been many good people in the world, today included, but, there have always been a few too many not so good people. For some of the not so good people, their appetite to monetize and profit from anything and everything is all consuming. Nothing else matters, including other people.

    The internet. What a wondrous and amazing work of inventiveness. The goal was to improve communication between scientists and within the American military as I understand it. When it was first accessible to the general public, everyone utilized it because of its ability to connect people and share information quickly, even if they’re thousands of miles apart.  Enter the money people.

    As they quickly monetized the internet, it increasingly moved away from connecting people to a point now, where it is corrupt and poisoned beyond recognition. Where truth is whatever you want it to be and to hell with the consequences. It is perversely utilized to make money without conscious and without holding people accountable. Everything is “free”, where, in fact, nothing is free. The goal of social media is to addict you, and your kids, to using it and distract you from what is going on in the world around you. It’s all about power and money, and how to achieve these wanton desires in any way one can without morals, without scruples.

    This was not the intention of the creators of the internet. Their intent was much nobler, but, humanity being what it is and has been throughout history, has turned it into crap. A circus sideshow that unfortunately now dominates the world. For every person working right now on a new discovery, there are one hundred vultures eager to exploit the new discovery in any way they can for power and money; even if it creates addiction, corruption, hate, falsehoods and the list goes on and on. And AI? Yes, indeed, the internet is crap.  

  • The Tale of Canyon Dusk – The Story within the Story

    The Tale of Canyon Dusk – The Story within the Story

    The following is a true story. The use of real names is still not coincidental.

    Law & Order SFX again: Dun dun

    If you read my recent blog post called The Tale of Canyon Dusk, this is the story within the story about the spray painting of the lid of my storage foot stool. This will make sense if you haven’t read it, but, it is best to take six minutes to read the initial story. Following is a re-cap:

    I have this old, but durable, large storage foot stool made of faux dark brown leather. You access the inside by taking off the top, padded lid. I decided to finish off the remaining metallic copper spray paint I used on the breaker box for the lid. I had no idea if it would work, but that was part of the fun. The result was actually pretty decent. The lid had a nice, “artsy kinda,” look to it that played well off the dark brown on the rest of the foot stool. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

    What I did not tell you in the initial story is my methodology as to how I spray painted the lid. It’s kind of cloak and dagger.

    One evening, after sunset, I discretely went out back of where I live with four items: the foot stool lid, some newspaper, the spray paint, and a flash light. It is autumn now, so there is always a chance of frost overnight. Earlier in the evening, the idea of spray painting the foot stool lid found its way out of the depths of my little cranium.

    I checked the weather for that night and the next day. All was good: above freezing over night and sunshine with modest warmth the next day. The “Mission” was a go. I wanted to spray paint the lid outdoors because I knew it would take a substantial amount of paint to properly cover it and I did not want to do this indoors. Three main reasons: the paint might spray beyond the extent of the lid and any newspaper under it; there was not enough ventilation, even with my two fans, to dissipate it safely; and the paint on the faux leather would need a long period of time to dry, ergo baking it in the sun the next day. I had to do this outdoors.

    I also had to do the painting right away, because the longer range forecast said it might freeze the following night and that it was going to be cold and rainy the next day. It was now or never.

    I’m sure if anyone saw me go outside with the four aforementioned items, they would think I was quite daft. Sometimes I wonder about the same thing myself. But, this was big fun. An adventure, if you will, into unchartered territory.

    When I got way out back with the paraphernalia I first laid down the newspaper. I still used newspaper because I wanted to protect the grass. Respect nature. You know. I next laid out the target, the foot stool lid. Then, with flashlight boldly in one hand and spray paint can boldly in the other, it was fire away (eat your heart out, Indy). My goodness, it was both cool and fun. For whatever reason, even the spray trigger mechanism was more cooperative than it was before when I painted the breaker box, which was much smaller than the lid.

    After a few minutes, Part I of the “Mission” was completed. I did a thorough covering on the lid and expelled all the content in the can. As best as I could tell, everything looked okay. You have to remember that I was doing this covertly at night (so my neighbours would not think I was too daft, lol) using a flashlight, so the lighting was not ideal to assess my work. But, what the heck, time and patience would tell the tale, and I was having a good time. Now, I left the lid, on the newspaper, outside for the night and I went inside with the other tools of my new trade. I wondered if there was some kind of guild I could join.

    Time passing music please.

    The next morning at a much earlier time than I would prefer, I woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb…sorry, I don’t have much hair anymore. It was time for Part II of the “Mission.” After getting dressed, usually a good idea when you get up in the morning before you go out, I headed outside to the scene of the previous night’s operation (remember, cloak and dagger). The foot stool lid and the newspaper were still there.

    I noticed that there was a very thin layer of moisture on the lid. Was this bad? Who knows? I properly disposed of the newspaper that protected the grass and then it was off to my car on foot with the lid. You might be wondering why? The answer is simple. I was going to put the lid on the top of my car to elevate it and maximize the “baking” process using the sun. It made all the sense in the world to me. I’m sure to others it looked like something accidentally left on the roof of the vehicle. But, with me, it was all part of the planned “Mission.” Later that day, I collected the lid off the car. Much to my amazement, it had a nice, “artsy kinda,” look to it as I previously stated. The “Mission” was a success! Risk and reward. I have to admit, I had wondered what I would do if this whole “spray painting the lid thing” did not work out and the lid was unusable. But, I was as confident as a little kid in a Superman costume.

    And there you have it, the story within the story of The Tale of Canyon Dusk. I want to conclude with some great news for you; I don’t plan on painting anything else for some time to come.      

  • The Tale of Canyon Dusk

    The Tale of Canyon Dusk

    The following is a true story. The use of real names is not coincidental.

    Law & Order SFX: Dun dun

    It all started one day when I got tired of looking at that gun metal coloured breaker box on the wall. All of the lovely artistic colour around it and yuck, this ugly breaker box.

    After years of torment, I had to do something about it, but what? Then, a very minor epiphany. A light bulb lit up in my brain. Granted, it was a small light bulb, but at least it still worked, “kinda.” I decided that I was going to spray paint the breaker box in metallic copper. I am quite fond of metallic copper and spray paint, so it was the perfect solution.

    Before all the spraying fun could begin though, I had to do the painter’s tape thing. I’ve always thought this is the worst part about painting…but I also knew I was not Mr. Accuracy with my aim.

    Have you ever noticed all the hours of preparation time needed before enjoying that big meal which everyone then devours in less than twenty minutes? Actually, all of life is like this. This includes painting.

    Taping done, I unleashed the metallic copper spray paint. Oh, what a feeling. But then, trouble. The tip you push down to propel the paint isn’t of great quality. Sometimes you push down and get nothing. Then you get too much. You push down repeatedly, then a little down and slightly sideways. Occasionally the right amount actually comes out. On and on it goes as you start to feel the discomfort in your hand’s joints and muscles. Perseverance is needed here and finally, I’m done. My hand thanks me.

    A little time passing music please.

    You know, it’s looking pretty good as I peel away the tape. And then, another small light bulb turns on in my little cranium. I should paint part of the wall. “It would look cool,” I said to myself. Oh oh, this project is suddenly expanding. So, I had to choose a paint colour to complement my metallic copper coloured breaker box. It was easier than I thought. I was able to very quickly determine the colour. It was Behr Paint’s flat latex colour called “Canyon Dusk.” With a name like that, how could I go wrong?

    So, I came home with a litre of “Canyon Dusk” paint, two stir sticks, and a three inch brush. Since I was only painting thirty-two square feet, I bought a relatively inexpensive brush.

    Next thing I know, I’m taping again. Still don’t care too much for this part. Then it was “Go Time.” Swishing here, swishing there, swishing everywhere. Oh, what fun. But, of course, as with everything in life, there is tribulation. My relatively inexpensive paint brush…it still wasn’t cheap…was losing hair faster than I lost my own. I’m picking up hair here, there and everywhere. It’s a good thing this was latex paint which cleans up with water. Oil paint would have been a horror show. Finally, I was done.

    Will it actually look good? Time will tell the tale at the “Big Reveal” a few hours later when you, with some satisfaction, rip off the painter’s tape and see if your work of art is a success.

    A little more time passing music please.

    Time for the “Big Reveal.” And to my joyous surprise it actually looks pretty good. And yes, peeling off the painter’s tape was very cathartic. The project was successfully completed.

    Or was it? That darn little light bulb turned on again. Because the area I painted was pretty small, and I had well over three quarters of a tin still brimming with “Canyon Dusk,” I couldn’t just end this project now. But what to paint…and paint in an aesthetically pleasing way from an interior design perspective? I was NOT going to paint the whole place this colour. This was an accent colour. It was also a physical impossibility on my part. So, I sat down and contemplated.      

    Lots more time passing music please.

    After some slow moving synaptic juxtaposition processing, I realized the perfect place to use a little more “Canyon Dusk.” You know, this name almost sounds like the name of some cosmetic or drug. The wall I selected was small, but very strategic. What was also nice, it did not require me to move tons of stuff around, and not much taping was necessary. You have to remember, I’m not a kid anymore. I could see a nap down the road after the completion of this project. This was going to be the end of the project, by the way. I don’t care if I have a super nova flash of light in my head.

    So, here we go again with the taping. This time though, it was easier to do, and, I realized it was going to be the last of the taping. There was one important change in equipment. I went out to a dollar store and bought a two dollar, two and a half inch brush. I had thought about doing this at the beginning. For two bucks, it was worth it to try it out. Let’s paint.

    More time passing music please.

    The big moment was at hand. Time for the “Reveal.” The cheap paint brush had performed magnificently. Off came the tape and…to my eyes it was a masterpiece. I have to admit, it felt darn good.

    While waiting for the paint to dry, I also painted a small pot light in “Canyon Dusk.” It was tricky to paint, but I really liked the way it looked on the wall at the end. For a few very small touch ups, I used a small, kids’ style paint brush. It worked like a charm.

    It’s now official…the project is over. It was work, but it was fun too…and it left you feeling like you accomplished something. In life, be it big or be it small, all accomplishments should be celebrated. Now, I think it’s time for a nap.

    Music please.

    Oh yeah…one more thing. You might be wondering what I did with the remaining metallic copper spray paint and the “Canyon Dusk” latex paint.

    I have this old, but durable, large storage foot stool made of faux dark brown leather. You access the inside by taking off the top, padded lid. I decided to finish off the spray paint on the lid. I had no idea if it would work, but that was part of the fun. The result was actually pretty decent. The lid had a nice, “artsy kinda,” look to it that played well off the dark brown on the rest of the foot stool. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

    As for “Canyon Dusk,” it is still over half full and doing exactly what I want it to do…gathering dust.